Dead-m3m0ries

If only these paper planes Could loan me their wings If that could be sane To think such things. If only I could fly away Leave this, and you behind Now my heart is on display Where no soul can find Forever winter in my heart Now love has ceased to exist Having lost my counterpart Unforgiving emotion, I persist Who can give me salvation? Who will save me from myself? What causes my aggression? Who would take it on herself? If only these paper planes Could loan me their wings I'd fly like the cranes Away from what stings

i snapped a magnet in half and fed-ex'd it to your heart. i still remember its address. you will open the glossy package (i wrapped it with my intestines) toss out the styrofoam peanuts (i wish we were nonbiodegradable too) & pop all the bubblewrap (if i was a bubble, how many times would you pop me?) Once you notice my gift for you, my burden (if you even notice it at all) i hope you catch the symbolism: we are two halves of a broken magnet.  no attraction. my heart is a compass-- but this electromagnetic field has it spinning out of control.  no direction. -- i checked the mail today; my package, unop